'If they travel through the night after the attack, they've probably already returned to the Sect by now. It's too late!'
Fear appeared on Qian Yong's face. If that "compromised shipment" was discovered by the Sect, the harshest of tortures awaited him.
In an instant, fear crushed his anger.
His gaze fell once more upon the five battered, "useless fools" before him.
'It's all their fault! Their incompetence ruined everything!'
'If it weren't for their ineptitude, how could I have ended up in this situation?'
A violent killing intent sprouted and grew wildly in his heart, like a poisonous weed.
The five who had fled back seemed to sense that something was wrong. They felt the bone-chilling killing intent radiating from Qian Yong.
They looked up at Qian Yong in terror.
They saw the ferocious look on Qian Yong's face gradually fade, replaced by an unsettling calm.
But beneath that calm, a volcano seemed ready to erupt.
"St... Steward..."
